This is a song about "Red flowers"

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Watch your body turn indian red,

Cutting me this worthless check

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

Covered the room in splattered red,

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers